Sometimes... All I want to do is shut all the sounds that I hear around me and put on the headphones and turn on the music that I like.
And Sometimes... I want to stop all the music but to listen to the hustle of the trees by the wind and listen to all kinds of music that nature plays for us, the song of the cuckoo bird, the chirping of all the birds... the faraway noises of construction...
What I miss is the sound of a stream... If I hear that sound, well, it would be nostalgic.
And Sometimes... I want to stop all the music but to listen to the hustle of the trees by the wind and listen to all kinds of music that nature plays for us, the song of the cuckoo bird, the chirping of all the birds... the faraway noises of construction...
What I miss is the sound of a stream... If I hear that sound, well, it would be nostalgic.
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